Thank you Dad for teaching me to walk by faith not by sight. I don’t ever remember thinking why did my Dad have to get cancer. I don’t ever remember asking God why all the battles of the 22 years of chemotherapy, radiation, and oh the fights with the feeding tubes. Instead I was thankful for you still being able to work, to still come to games to watch me cheer, and many other high school activities. I was extremely thankful that you walked me down the aisle and that I slowed you down so we could really appreciate that event. We were blessed to have you there to celebrate the birth of your grandchildren and the few years of watching them with their activities. Then you were called home Dad. On the way to the hospital the night before you were called home I prayed that God’s will be done. It was a hard prayer, but I knew your body was tired. We needed to walk in faith. You know now Dad, three and half years later, I realize how much your battle with cancer taught me. You taught us the importance of living in the moment, to never take things for granted even something like taking a drink of water, that helping others helps you, to never give up, to not always listen to the what if’s, that if you want to listen to the what if’s to at least think them through, to not rely on your own understanding but to rely on His understanding, to trust God, and to walk in faith. Yes Dad, that ugly disease did in a way bring some good. Thank you for fighting the fight.
